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Текст (слова) песни: Cook Barbara - Errol Flynn



Is a poster held up by two nails and a pin
It`s my daddy the actor `bout to die with his boots on
He`s the man standing up there beside Errol Flynn
He got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture
"That don`t mean much," he would say with a grin
But he held my hand tight as he pointed his name out
Only four or five names down below Errol Flynn
Now fame, it is fleeting, and stars, they keep falling
And stayin` right up there, that`s the business of art
And luck kisses some while she passes by others
Disappointment and bourbon are hard on the heart
Now the women and beers and the years with old Errol
They took their toll and took me from his side
I kissed him goodbye at the old Union station
That`s the last time I saw him, the last time I cried
Now I`m sitting alone in a house in Receda
Watching the late show as moonlight shines in
And up on the screen, well, here comes my daddy
It`s a sad, funny feeling, now I`m older than him
So you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothers
Remember life`s over before it begins
So love one another, and stand close together
As close as my dad did to old Errol Flynn

 

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